The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Edward

I kept my face neutral as we descended from the rooftop, but my gut was churning. Smith had outplayed us all. Fucking Smith. Should’ve seen it coming. He’d been acting like a creep for a while... The emergency lights cast everything in that sickly yellow glow, making Elaine’s face look jaundiced, but determined. She moved like a goddamn soldier behind me, checking corners, staying close. Never seen her like this before—her eyes had this focus that wasn’t quite human. Like a lioness ready to tear apart anything that threatened her pride. Me.

“Stay tight,” I whispered, touching her arm briefly. She nodded once, sharp and precise.

The visiting researchers’ corridor was empty, thank Christ. I spotted one of the security cameras mounted near the ceiling junction—stationary, not panning, but that didn’t mean shit. “Assume we’re being watched,” I muttered to Elaine. She squeezed my arm in acknowledgment.

I started toward Ritter’s studio apartment, but Elaine grabbed my sleeve, shaking her head firmly. She pointed down the hallway to another door at the far end. Smart woman. Of course Ritter wouldn’t be sleeping alone in his studio when he had five claimed women, especially after all the shit with his wife. He’d be with them in the larger apartment.

We moved quickly to the door she’d indicated. I knocked twice, hard enough to wake someone but not loud enough to echo down the hallway. No answer. Shit. I pulled out my security card, swiped it through the reader, and the lock clicked open. We slipped inside, Elaine pulling the door shut behind us.

The room was pitch black, but I could hear the soft sounds of women stirring, mumbling in confusion. Then a bedside lamp flicked on, revealing Ritter sitting up naked in a small bed, squinting at us. Dr. Imani Ral and Alva Tanner were on either side of him, also naked and disoriented. The other women were in separate beds around the room, all of them instantly alert, bodies tensing like they were ready to launch themselves at us if Ritter gave the word.

“Edward? What the hell?” Ritter hissed, reaching for a shirt.

“Smith’s made his move,” I said, keeping my voice low and even. “He’s got control of Echelon. Has Wendy and Olivia. Probably Quinn and Conrad too.”

Ritter’s face went white. “How the fuck did he manage that?” he demanded, pulling on his pants.

“No time for the whole story, but he got his hands on the transmitters Duncan was building. Unclaimed Olivia and Wendy, claimed them for himself.” I glanced at the door. “His people are armed and they’ll be here any minute. We need to move. Warda and Corbin are waiting at the forest edge. We can get out via the emergency staircase on the roof, but we need to grab Mercer and his women first.”

Ritter’s women were pulling on clothes, looking confused, glancing at him for direction. He hadn’t told them what to do yet.

“If we run, we’ve lost everything,” Ritter said, buttoning his shirt with shaking hands. “The research, the facility, our best shot at fixing this.”

“We go NOW,” I insisted, checking the peephole in the door. “Corbin has a transmitter loaded with the deprogramming program. Quinn and Conrad gave it to her as a backup plan. Told her she was Plan B if everything went to shit. We get out, we still have a shot at broadcasting the signal.”

I watched Ritter’s face as it clicked. His eyes widened slightly. We still had a chance.

“Alright,” he said finally. “Everyone, follow me. Stay quiet, stay close.”

We filed out into the hallway, moving quickly toward Mercer’s studio. I knocked sharply on his door, scanning the corridor. My eyes caught one of the security cameras. It wasn’t stationary anymore—it was rotating, following our movement. Fuck.

“We’ve been spotted,” I said, swiping my card through Mercer’s door lock. “Move, move, move!”

I burst into Mercer’s room, finding him alone in his bed. No surprise there. Never seen the guy touch his women, not even once.

“Mercer, get up,” I hissed, shaking his shoulder.

He jolted awake, eyes wild. “Edward? What the fuck?”

“Smith’s staging a coup,” I said, keeping my voice low. “Get dressed. Now.”

Ritter stepped forward, his face tight with barely controlled fury. “Duncan, Smith’s taking over Echelon. He’s got Ramona and Phoebe.” His voice cracked slightly. “He’s got Wendy and Olivia.” His hands were shaking, and I could see murder in his eyes.

Mercer froze for a second, then his face hardened. “That motherfucker stole my transmitters, didn’t he?” He was already pulling on pants, movements jerky with rage.

“We don’t have time,” I said, checking the door again. “They’re armed and they’ll be here any minute. We need to get to the roof and take the emergency exit. Corbin has a transmitter that Quinn and Conrad gave her, loaded with the deprogramming program.”

“I need to get my women,” Mercer said, yanking a shirt over his head.

I stepped outside, heart hammering in my chest as I scanned both directions of the hallway. Clear for now, but that wouldn’t last.

Ritter was right behind me. “We need to find somewhere with power and internet,” he muttered. “Somewhere we can transmit to Norway.”

Mercer joined us, fully dressed now. “I’ve got a friend, Rowan. Has a place on the edge of town, that old hunting lodge past Miller Creek. It’s a sort of… sanctuary. Last I heard, he still had power and internet.”

“That’s great,” I said, not bothering to hide my frustration, “but we need to move. Now.”

Mercer nodded, pulling out his keycard and swiping it through the reader of the suite where his women slept. The door clicked open, and he disappeared inside while Elaine, Ritter, and I stood nervously in the hallway, exposed and vulnerable.

I was about to tell everyone to hurry the fuck up when I spotted them: Dr. Lenore Renton and Dr. Petra Silvra at the far end of the hallway. Both women were smirking, moving with purpose. My stomach dropped when I saw what they were carrying. Renton had a shotgun, Silvra a 9mm. Weapons from my fucking locker.

“Move!” I shouted, pushing everyone toward the staircase at the opposite end. “Get to the roof! Now!”

Ritter and his women bolted, Elaine right behind them. I ducked into Mercer’s women’s suite just as Renton raised the shotgun. The blast echoed through the hallway, followed by the sound of running feet and shouting.

Jesus Christ. Renton just fired at her own fiancée without hesitation. The claiming really did override everything.

I pulled my gun from my holster and fired two shots into the hallway, not aiming to hit them but hoping to slow them down, give the others time to reach the stairs.

Another shotgun blast. The women barely even flinch or take cover, stopping for less than a second, more concerned with their objective than their own safety. They probably knew we’d hesitate to shoot them... Renton fired again, and this time I heard a scream of pain from down the hall.

Fuck. Someone was hit.

I barely registered Mercer’s women surrounding him, their faces showing fear but determination. The three of them, all in nightgowns, looking to me and Mercer for direction.

I slammed the door shut just before Silvra reached us, peering through the peephole. She stopped right outside, looking directly at the door as if she could see me through it. She gestured for Renton to keep going, pointing down the hall toward the staircase where the others had fled.

Renton nodded and took off running, shotgun ready. I could only hope Ritter and the others were fast enough to make it to the roof before she caught up.